Published at 24th of January 2026 7:05 am

Chapter 839: Consequences

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Sophie fired her MAS-38 from behind a shattered window, down towards the Swiss police below. Shouting in French at them, while exchanging magazines during a tactical reload.

Philippe stood next to her, and old BAR from the short-lived Petain regime in his hands, chugging away as its bullets ate through the unarmored police cars that many of the Police hid behind, firing their revolvers towards the windows where the 7.5x23mmR ordnance round failed to penetrate even the thinnest of barriers.

The round was designed in the late 1800s before smokeless powder existed for the earlier model of the same revolver still in use by parts of the Swiss Military, and their police.

Compared to the standard 9x19 Luger cartridge that the Germans used in all of their pistols and submachine guns, it was an anemic cartridge even against unarmored flesh, let alone the walls which the terrorists hid behind.

More and more Swiss police found themselves gunned down as they desperately called for backup on their radios.

Sophie could not help but smirk as she reloaded her magazine once more, the scar over her eye barely visible as she turned around and stared in abject horror, while the surrounding men continued to fire out the window.

Men clad in black urban camouflage, wearing skull masks, and ballistic protection for their head, neck, torso, and ground stood in front of her, and her comrades, their short suppressed carbines loaded and shouldered as the men aimed down their occluded eye gunsight.

A primitive attempt at a red dot sight by purely manufacturing means, but not in concept. No batteries, no emitter, no dial or other complex parts that were prone to breakage.

Just a cold glowing chevron hovering in the gunner’s mind made of fiber optics for the day, and tritium for night. It was faster than instinct, slower than prophecy, but always enough.

Sophie couldn’t utter a single word before the spray of 6.5x40mm Kurz cartridges shredded her and her men apart from close range.

The new ammunition was effective at medium to longer ranges, and absolutely devastating against soft armored targets at close range.

The soldiers fired a short controlled burst into each of the targets from near point-blank range before swiftly moving on from their cover and into the next room. Stacking up on doors before breaching like quiet professionals from a future age.

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Chancellor Kurt von Schleicher didn’t hide behind piles of scrapped steel and shredded flesh for long. He may have spent the majority of his military career behind a desk. But he had helped oversea the Balkan campaign to eradicate partisans during the Great War.

Though it had been years since he had witnessed such violence unfold around him, he was still a German soldier at heart.

He quickly found himself beside the Swiss Police, demanding access to a firearm, as he helped coordinate their efforts to contain the violence that threatened to escalate from an ambush to a massacre.

The Swiss National Police, while outgunned by the enemy, severely outnumbered them, and when given proper leadership, swiftly cut off their escape route, allowing for whatever chaos was clearly happening within the building itself, to settle on its own terms.

It was only after the gunfire ceased entirely, and the Werwolf operators emerged with several terrorists bound and blindfolded that the Swiss Police finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Nobody expected Werwolf Operators to suddenly cull the terrorist cell that had attacked the convention to end the war between the Central Powers and the Latin American countries that were once a part of the Allied Powers.

Bruno stepped forward as the Werwolf operatives refused to hand the terrorists over to the custody of the police, creating a tense standoff in their own right. Instantly defusing the situation with his presence.

He swiftly drew his sidearm and shot one of the prisoners who sat on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, straight in the skull. Spilling his brains all over the tarmac, as he did so.

The gunshot sent everyone into a panic until they realized what had just happened. But Bruno didn’t stop; he instead pressed the barrel of his sidearm straight to the skull of the next member and spoke menacingly in a quiet and hushed tone, the words gently and sadistically gracing the terrorist’s ears.

"I just shot your friend in the head... And now I’m going to have his family rounded up, and killed as well. And not just his wife and children, but his brothers, sisters, mother, father, aunts and uncles, and anyone else in his extended family line that has yet to evade the reaper’s embrace. They will vanish from the public eye and be buried in an unmarked mass grave somewhere in the Swiss Alps. Never to be heard from or remembered again... If you wish for your own family to avoid sharing their same fate, I highly recommend you comply with your interrogators to the fullest extent you are capable of."

Bruno then withdrew his pistol from the terrorist’s skull as he soiled himself, before shooting the next terrorist in line straight between the eyes just as he had done the first.

"Take him away and interrogate him; you know what to do with the rest..."

The Werwolf operators didn’t say a word, and beneath their skull balaclavas their expressions didn’t shift in the slightest as they dragged the surviving terrorist off to be thoroughly interrogated.

Bruno then put the safety on his handgun and placed it in his holster before calming the Swiss National Police who remained gathered and wary around him.

"I suppose I will need to speak with your president about the abysmal state of security that he has provided for this monumental event.... In the meantime, secure the perimeter. I have negotiations to conclude...."

The Swiss National Police watched in grim awe at what they had just witnessed. So many of them lay dead from the attack and were utterly incapable of doing anything but cutting off the escape of the terrorists.

And they only managed that when the German chancellor seized control of their chain of command. Meanwhile, a small fireteam of German mercenaries had completely and utterly eradicated the terrorists in the span of minutes.

It was both an awesome sight to behold and a somber reminder of the power that their northern neighbor held.

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